Stavanger Bay splice the mainbrace

His cheeks flushed red and he reared his head back until it forced him to move his feet. Raptor cawed at him with a cheeky grin, but the pirate stung with embarrassment and disbelief. There was a moment that he felt almost at ease, but the worrisome voice in the back of his mind was relentless in its attempt to persuade him. It was successful, and the pale yearling believed that his best mate would have an interest in his sister. A war waged on the back of his mind. His pride could scarcely believe that he would walk into such a situation, but also that there had to be some truth to what he had said. It was an strange topic for him to have brought up without some prompting. Smokestep knew what it was like to be smitten.

“Oi, quit yer heein' an hawin'. Wot's wrong wit me sister, Raptor? Eh? She not good enough fer the likes o' ye?” he inquired with a pointed stare. One ear splayed to the side – a typical sign of irritation for the pirate. He had completely rebounded from baffled to defensive and in such a short time. “I'll have ye know that you'd be lucky to have a lass like Piper... if ye even had a chance – which ye don't,” he added with a salty expression and glanced toward the waves to prevent Raptor from seeing the especially daft expression that had crossed his face.